"It's fake, the dean saw that both of us got first place in the monthly exam and called us over for praise,"
Zhao Qingheng: "..."
Did he look like an idiot?
Su Nanzhi didn't care what he was thinking, "Are you done asking? If you are, I'm leaving."
Zhao Qingheng hesitated for a moment, but still spoke up, "Thank you for that bottle of perfume you gave me before. My mom's health has improved a lot recently, and the doctor said there's a high chance of full recovery."
Zhao Qingheng now had to take care of not only his studies and grades but also spend an hour every day getting to grips with the company's affairs.
Although he hadn't officially started working at the company, everyone knew that the person in control was old Mr. Zhao, who had also dealt with a few senior executives who were used to indulging his son.
It was obvious that he was paving the way for his grandson.
Zhao Qingheng, in every aspect, seemed to have outdistanced his peers by a large margin.
